Swabbing the Deck
05 October 2013 | West River
Nick / 83, 2 knots, Variable
I woke up at the crack of dawn to take Meredith to the airport and the thought briefly crossed my mind of heading straight out to the boat. But our king size, pillow top beats the v-berth any day of the week. So back to bed I went. After waking up at much more civilized hour I headed back out to Cordelia. I enjoyed sailing solo so much the other weekend that I was looking forward to spending the day on the Bay.
I caught up to a Catalina pulling out of Hartge to heckle them over the LSU pendants flying from their rigging. With a 3:30 kickoff, they didn't have much time to sail.
The weather was just as nice as Friday - but the wind was pretty much non-existent. If I sailed all day long I might have made it to the Bay, but the two hours I spent slowly plodding along didn't get me much past the mouth of the Rhode River. There weren't a lot of boats out and the LSU fans motored all the way to the Bay, raised, then lowered their sails and motored back. I followed suit shortly after.
Cordelia needed a good scrubbing and the total lack of wind made for perfect conditions to stop by the fuel dock. I added 10 gallons - just in case - scrubbed the deck on my hands and knees, then headed to West Marine to buy a new fairlead for the furler. The block on the old one snapped so the furler was jamming. West Marine, of course, didn't have the exact right part but found something that might fit the bill.
Boat cleaned, furler "fixed," and the fuel tank a little closer to being topped off, there was nothing left to do except throw some ice in the cooler and switch on the refrigeration so everything would be ready for sailing on Sunday with some coworkers.
With that, I was ready to watch Ole Miss play (and lose to) Auburn.